We are fast approaching Samhain A time of remembrance, a time when we remember those who have passed on, a time when the door to the other-world is open and the dead walk among us to speak to us in waking dreams and slumber.

He's dead, so I don't think he's in a position to appreciate any kind of deliverance or final statements. I do feel for everybody who was travelling on or working for BART at the time, and whoever had to scrape him off the trackway. At least he didn't do it on the weekday commute.